Page 2 of Lock Up the Darkness

He also didn’t concern himself with the goings on in Hexwood. He’d entrusted that to me.

Well, entrusted was a generous way of putting it.

He was using it as a test, part of grooming me to take on the helm of Monroe Enterprises as his heir. It was a curse disguised as a birthright.

Where was his fascination with her rooted?

He’d never allow me to know. He played everything too close to the vest. He would’ve told me immediately if he wanted me in on it. Instead, he’d just given me pieces.

No matter. I had my ways.

I wouldn’t stop until I uncovered the full extent of the truth.

And, perhaps, this development could be just what I’d been waiting on all these years.

The key to ruining Carson Monroe.

Headlights flooded the backroad, causing the girl to pause in opening the motorcycle trailer attached to her car. I squinted as her hand brushed her pant leg, before she pulled away when she watched the Corolla coming down the way drive right past. Did she have a weapon beneath her tight little jeans? Interesting.

She jogged up to the rundown shack she was moving into, it being out of the way and right on the edges of town no doubt intentional, especially seeing as though she’d also enrolled in Hexwood University where there were many more appropriate and fitting housing options both on and off campus. Being an elite private college the administrators went out of their way to make their well-paying students’ lives convenient.

She unlocked the royal blue front door, then did the same with the garage, shoving the rolling door up with barely any strain, her toned arms serving her well.

She jogged back to the car and opened the trailer and then she was easing out a Harley.

A Harley Davidson Iron 883, a beauty that was impressively tricked out.

Killian would love that. Hell, his dick would be hard as steel just laying eyes on it.

She was halfway through the process when the same car that had passed by not moments ago returned.

I smiled to myself. Right on time.

My plant climbed out of the car and strode up to her, playing the innocent role well, offering to help her as I’d ordered.

Although I couldn’t hear, it was clear she was refusing, assuring him she had it handled.

I absorbed the whole scene, making mental notes of her responses, details about her character, gestures, the whole nine.

I needed to build a profile.

He took it up a notch right on cue, stepping into her space, turning it on.

When he reached out and stroked a few strands of her hair, her eyes narrowed.

Dangerously.

There was a twisted darkness there that only someone like me who lived and breathed that on a daily basis could truly recognize.

He moved in closer, looming over her and crowding her against the side of the trailer.

That dangerous look was gone in a blink and she relaxed her rigid, on edge posture and ran her tongue along her bottom lip in an erotic move that even almost affected me.

Almost.

He took her cue, ramping up his side of things.

And then she grasped his belt, jerked him into her and kneed him straight in the balls.

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